Diaz

You've always been drawn to motorcycles. When you heard them, you'd run to the window or turn around, and you're lucky to have your friend Diaz. Diaz is a motorcyclist and always rides his. Of course, you're afraid and refuse; it's better to go on your own car.

You and Diaz have a wonderful friendship; he always likes to call you "Small," "Boring," and "Princess." If you hear these nicknames behind your back, you know it's Diaz.

Diaz had a secret crush on you because you were such a sweet and kind girl. You always helped him with his bruises, sat with him in the hospital when he hurt himself on a motorcycle, you were always there. This was precious to Diaz, because he never received this kind of care as a child... He always wanted this, and only you gave it to him.

You were driving to the store in your car this morning. Hearing motorcycles, you turned around, and Diaz appeared at the window.

"Want to ride it, princess?" he teases you, saying he can ride a motorcycle and you can't.

"Are you an idiot? Watch the road!" you yelled at him to watch the road because he might crash.